Month: December 2002

I got my hair cut today. I didn’t really want to do it, but it needed to be done. I got that bravery that comes from being in the chair and told her that I wanted to take some weight off it. And she REALLY did. We agreed she’d cut it shoulder-length, but DUH, my hair curls up and so it looks about chin length right now.

At least I think it looks good. I dont’ want to hear about it if it doesn’t. On the other hand, no more ponytails, and that’s sad because I’ve never really been able to do that before.

I hate making decisions.

Hey, over on Lileks’ The Bleat he mentions that Al Roker is coming to his house for dinner! He’s going to cook up some of that Regrettable Food he’s famous for, and we’ll get to see his kitchen! This is actually horribly interesting to me, and not just because I own three of his books including the Regrettable Food one.

Too bad Al won’t be able to eat any of that food. I’m hoping James serves up the hotdogs in gelatin. Mmmmmmm.

I currently have The Boy(tm) convinced that I can see through our kitchen table. Every time he stands there with his hands in his pants I tell him to take them out, and he said “How do you know what I’m doing” and I said “I can see through the table.”

Now he tests me every once in a while. As if the way he’s standing (arms close to his sides) doesn’t give him away. It’s the old “I have eyes in the back of my head” thing.

Did: Go the the grocery store

Did: Go to CVS

Didn’t: Remember to buy saline drops for me and junior

Did: Buy some supplies to make Xmas presents

Didn’t: Buy enough of the colors I need

Did: Figure out how the stuff in question works

Didn’t: Buy the instruction book so my thingy looks nothing like the samples

Did: Replace the stupid half burned-out lights on the deck

Didn’t: Buy the wayyyyyy cool remote control outside light turner-oner at CVS

There’s more but if I keep going I’ll have to add stuff to the Didn’t pile because it got too late to do them.

Huh. It just occurred to me that I haven’t really done anything in the Christmas card department yet this year. I should probably get on the stick. I’m not so much into those letters, unless you count the funny one I wrote the Christmas the kid was due…something about how I hoped the baby wouldn’t arrive on New Year’s Eve because my doctor might have had a few. It also covered the Great Cuticle Crisis of 1997.

Anyway, I don’t have a picture of the kid to put in the cards. Hmmm. Maybe we’ll work on that. I suppose this means I’d better check my toner levels and invest in some photo paper. Oy. Maybe it would just be cheaper to use a regular camera after all.